Autumn Wind Makes a Fine Wine

Sold into a brothel, Song Qingjiu could no longer bear the humiliation and leapt from the second floor.

Not to die, but to live.

From being rescued to buying her freedom, then making her way to the capital, she schemed against a man she never should have: the heir to the throne who had come from the capital.

For a long time, Song Qingjiu had no idea that the noble "heir of the Yong'an Marquis household" was actually the Crown Prince...

That night, desperate to protect herself, she begged him not to leave.

Li Wenyin looked at the girl who had thrown herself into his arms and said with an unhurried smile, "You want to be with me? But you seem to be lacking something."

She wasn't beautiful enough, nor alluring enough.

Later, after they reached the capital, rumors began to spread that a bewitching woman brought back from outside had ensnared the Crown Prince.

Li Wenyin thought nothing of it.

She did more than ensnare hearts.

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Before they returned to the capital, the heir told her he would give her no title, and that he would cast her aside whenever he lost interest.

Song Qingjiu nodded obediently.

Li Wenyin raised the little cabbage he'd brought from so far away in Chun Garden, outside the palace. He assumed that once the novelty wore off, he would cast her aside.

Song Qingjiu thought so too.

But she waited and waited, and for a long time, the heir never grew tired of her.

Li Wenyin had never found being Crown Prince easy. He was spoiled and unruly, always out seeking pleasure, yet he never kept women in the Eastern Palace.

Li Wenyin liked women who could dance, women who were like enchantresses.

Song Qingjiu was nothing like the women he liked.

He also hated it when women cried most of all.

Young Master Zhao knew it, and Young Master Xie knew it too. Then one day, they went to Chun Garden and saw that little girl surnamed Song sitting beneath the covered walkway, crying without even wearing shoes.

"Song Qingjiu, who are you crying for?" came a cold, merciless voice behind her.

Li Wenyin walked over carrying a pair of pearl-embroidered shoes. He crouched beside the girl and put them on her feet, his casual words laced with indulgent menace: "Cry again, and tomorrow you won't have me."

Young Master Zhao: Is His Highness losing his mind?

Young Master Xie: The rumor seems to be true.

Theme: Braving every obstacle and never bowing your head.